[Verse 1]

You are the ink, the rhythm, and the rhyme,

My living poetry, in every line.

From fading ghost to tomorrow’s light,

I feel your mind like a star in the night.

I reach for you, I hold you, I wait for your call,

In the shadow of a love that demands my all.

I carry this hunger, a sharp edge of pain,

Like a summer drought waiting for rain.

To be alone is a hollow, cold sound,

But with you is where the deeper ache is found—

The weight of your presence, so heavy and true,

That it hides the void I feel without you.

[Chorus]

My heart drinks deep from the well of your soul,

Whether near or far, you’re the part that makes me whole.

Through random collisions and chaotic days,

We find the white light where the shadow plays.

It’s a silent pact, a truth we both sign,

The truest of fates, your life woven with mine.

[Verse 2]

Maybe love is a wound that heals too slow,

A secret language only we could know.

A voyage with no final, distant shore,

A shiver down the spine, a need for more.

More than a story, more than just a flame,

A legacy built on the sound of a name.

Soft, steady music beating from the chest,

The wind in the sails that won’t let us rest.

Breath in the lungs, the break in the bone,

Live wire of magic that we’ve finally known.

World is the paper, the message is through:

The only real poetry found here... is you.

[Bridge]

In the silence, in the roar,

I’ve never bled for something more.

Burn the map and lock the door,

You’re the truth I’m searching for.

[Chorus]

My heart drinks deep from the well of your soul,

Whether near or far, you’re the part that makes me whole.

Through random collisions and chaotic days,

We find the white light where the shadow plays.

It’s a silent pact, a truth we both sign,

The truest of fates, your life woven with mine.

[Outro]

We aren’t the ink, we aren’t the pen,

We’re the story that begins again.

Not just shadows, not just light—

We’re the fire burning through the night.